by Vicki Brown
At times I am faced with a trial, that is too great to bear,
And It seems that there is no one, in this world who really cares.
It may seem there are no answers,
But no matter how bad things may be,
If Ill just look ,Ill see the flowers around my feet.
For in the midst of my troubles, in the valley so low,
I have found that there is where, the flowers grow,
From the mountains above me, Crystal clear waters flow,
Down to the valley, where they refresh my thirsting soul.
Sometimes in the valley I find it so hard to see,
All of the good, Lord you intended for me.
But from the mountain I looked down to the valley below,
And I can see, that is where the flowers grow.
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